I'm a part of so many incredible people's lives so consistently lately. Some of them I live in my house. This is the kind of life that cult books are made of.

And to think it all happened because I flipped a coin.

I should be the happiest boy alive.

I'll scrounge up something about it you can read soon enough.

 ABSINTHE IS FINALLY LEGAL!!

Who wants to get me the perfect birthday present?

I was hitching a ride in Wally's fancy new car and just finished wishing the radio would stop talking when he put his cell phone into a receptor and called alloud.

"Call Jeff."

A sexy robot answered through all speakers, slowly repeating his request back to him like it were correcting a child on proper grammar.

"Calling... Jeff... Is this correct?" ( Read more... )

Just as a reminder, race humor is funny for your friends who date black folks, not funny for your black friends. You can be as light-hearted as possible, but in the end, it'll get turned into a goddamn race issue.

Jesus H Christ

I love gay men. 

So I wrote about two pages of Johnny and his goddamn moods for about an hour and listened to Phantom Limb by the Shins on repeat the entire time. And then figured out that song and Morrissey's Everyday Is Like Sunday are terribly alike and then listened to that for what seems like an hour more.

Beer and flip-flops.

Finally.

I think I'd change my last name, at least for the team.

I love when Amber leaves her latest Vogue lying around. I flip through carelessly, paper-cut, shmaper-cut, I get sick if I slow down, and spot Jonathan in every issue lately. Page 112. That guy. Never know where he'll show up next. Speaking of you guys, me and your sister talked about how we love that you're big in Japan, Grace. And then we sang ( Read more... )

 That's fucked up.